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Quick warning, this blog was made purely to feed my internal desperation and devotion to being true to my darkest, freakiest, salvation of fantasies
And yes, my user is a cannibalism reference
Id like to add: if mc and al were close to banging [or already fucking] after mc kills their father, they will not be able to feel their legs the day after
I mean, how else is their big brother supposed to thank them for such a gift? They deserve to be praised and worshipped by the heavens for being so generous
But alas, he will have to do for now
[Al helping them walk normally to avoid suspicion]
[Also imagine mc and al poking fun at mama cause she's such a heavy sleeper! "Mama, waking you is harder then waking the dead!!"] [They don't seem to mind that aspect at night tho hehe]
-πΈ
Oh he'd go absolutely crazy over it
It's like a reward to him, really. He wouldn't be able to imagine how terrified they must have been, how much strength it must have took to not only pick up the gun but shoot it. A headshot, he must say, is well more than just impressive. It's only natural to ease their mind some other way
And, he's certainly got God's favor with just how soundless his mama sleeps at night. A tease in the morning compares to the angel sent sound of nothing to disturb them. With their father gone, and their clueless mother who rests easy at night believing she's raised them good, whose to say Alastor isn't quick to take advantage?
Let's just hope his poor, precious sibling can handle the torture their body is about to go through. They'll be able to take it all, eventually. He'll have to train their body first, keep it from breaking on him. But they'll fit the mold sooner or later. And, quite frankly, he enjoys having them lean on him throughout the day
"They slipped and fell, mama! Clumsy little thing they are, might be sore for the next few days."
The next few days consist of him testing their body to the absolute limits
First Time, Right?
"I'll turn your pure white wings to pure black. You've pushed too far and now you've lost control, can't you see? You thought you were the master but you're down on your knees. It's all for the taking, here tonight."
I lost the plot halfway through
Disclaimer: Soooo... Second time writing smut after a good long while. I had an idea for this, but as you can tell soon, it was very quickly lost. Once again, I dont support any of this irl I love my fictional sibcest
TW: Incest, allusions to intox (slight flashback), dubious consent, allusions to under age drinking (?), Alastor and the reader definitely aren't over 18 with this one, Alastor infantilizes his sibling a bit, the reader has little to no idea whats happening to their body
A/N: Holy shit. Holy shit. So many hours spent on this thing. Alastor sibcest is rotting my brain all I could think about at work today was the whole timeline for this AU
Word Count: 5.1K
Alastor would ADORE dressing his sibling up everyday
Mama assumed that after Alastor learned how to dress himself, mc just picked it up after him! That's how it's always been after all
but no, Alastor is a clever boy and quickly find out that if he can take his clothes off then... he can take mc's clothes off too
'Mama has been stressed lately' he thinks as he stares at their pajamas, he's seen mama undress them before and committed that to memory [like everything else about them]
So he just starts doing it for their mother and she is none the wiser, praising them for getting all dressed up by themselves!!
I can see Alastor having a eye for fashion so they're always well dressed
He always kisses their forehead after finishing dressing them up
-πΈ
STOPPPP WEBBY THIS IS ADORABLE
This sweet, sweet, attentive little boy <3
Maybe he doesn't exactly realize it yet. Or maybe he does. Either way, every little action that feeds further into the belief that he's in control only continues to curate the same mindset. They need to depend on him. They need him to dress them, to clean them, to care for them. There's no need for them to do anything for themselves, when Alastor is always so willing and ready to do it for them at any given time
He'd love dressing them up in such classy outfits, too. The cover of a person is what has people guessing. Dress too immodestly, you'll be deemed the scum under a powerful man's boot. Dress too adorned, and the people will think of you as snobbish. A tricky world to venture, he realized far too soon
Humble is best, he'd say. Humble and modest. Despite that, there was a certain pleasure he found in having complete control of what they'd wear. Innocent enough to look past, but it held a certain desire beneath it. Not like anyone else would see how theyre dressed, anyway. An adorable little doll he could play make believe with!
Not like they'd ever deny him of anything. Their eager little nods as he'd pluck an outfit from their closet, holding it up to their curious eyes and presenting yet another option. In the corner, there's already begun a pile of clothes they had either rejected or worn
The thing about Charlie in all this is like,,, even though she's kind of sheltered, she grew up in hell. Surely incest isn't the worst thing she'd seen in over 200 years
Not to mention the sheer amount of incest even in the bible?? Even just with Adam and Eve they had enough kids to intermarry and literally populate humanity
Anyway, in my mind Charlie's thoughts are 'Well, I've definetly seen more toxic relationships, but maybe I should ask them to keep it private for the hotels sake.'
Charlie, my sweet girl, I love you
I just know her desensitized mindset has vaggi SCREAMING at the top of her lungs
She'd surely be more neutral about their relationship. Not exactly open to it, but as you've mentioned, it's also not the worst thing she's seen. She'd feel more sympathy than disgust, if anything. More sympathy than any of the other hotel residents, anyway
One of the main reasons she can't find it in herself to kick them out, is simply because she genuinely wants them to get better. She sees their hurt, their pain, the torment they endured. It practically wraps its cords around her metaphorical heart, digging deep into the thrumming flesh and tugging it further and further into a specific state of mind
One that, to alastors advantage, he'd exploit to his own will. After all, she's the reason they have a bed to share. To know that could be so easily removed the moment she begins to get her head straight enough to realize they have no plans to change, he's more than willing to guilt trip her back to zero
Ooooooggh vinnie hear me out.... What if Al's sibling killed their father?
What if their father found out about their relationship while al and mama aren't home?
Imagine Alastor finding MC crawled up in the corner, sobbing and trembling like a leaf, as they clench their father's hunting rifle to their chest
A bullet lodged in their father's skull, a headshot. ["Try aiming for the head, darling, it'll make the deer's death quick and painless!"]
They try to explain that father attacked them and they didn't want to kill father in between sobs and dry heaves, their eyes unable to leave the corpse
How do you think he'd react?
-πΈ
HIIII WEBBY I MISSED YOUUU
Okay, okay, revealing myself once again and crawling out of the dirt. Mind the blood beneath my nails, it's not necessarily mine
ANYWAY
God, would he be delighted. Delighted in every sense of the word. He'd be shocked, yes. A moment or two of silence as his eyes cast down on the blood pooling at his feet, sticking to them like viscous leech that never quite learned how to take a 'no'. And then, after a few beats of his heart, his eyes would fall to them
He was always proud of them. From the moment they took their first breath, all the way down to the tremble in their hands and their doe eyed stare. He'd have cooed at the resemblance of a fawn their body made as it curled in on itself, but he was fully aware of the circumstances they were in
"Oh, Ma biche... What a predicament you've put yourself in." It's almost condescending, the way his eyes squint down at them, the corners of his lips twitching slightly in restrained amusement
He'd listen to them whine. Beg a few words. A few pleas of forgiveness. And perhaps, part of him allowed it to continue so long purely because he relished in the desperation that clung to each choked sob. He'd never said it, but something seemed to spark in him like a crackle from a flame, something that enjoyed seeing them so at his mercy
"Now, now... Don't cry." He'd kneel down, soaking the fabric of his pants with that same metallic stench and haunting color. "We'll fix this together, alright? Your brother is here now. Be brave for me, Ma moitiΓ©. I'm so proud."
And proud he was. Prouder then he could ever express in words. For all he'd care, the blood on your hands practically held the same honorary as the men who hung the stars in the midnight sky. The crickets silenced behind the house, just as the wildlife ceased their mindless chatter
It wouldn't be below him to assume it was simply a play of the mind. After all, who was he, if he was not admiring their ravishing existence? If god hadn't granted him the gift of sight, then perhaps the world around him wouldn't have been so meaningless compared to their heated skin
He'd watch, adored and wanting, as they'd melt into his hand. The hand he stretched out, cradling the structure of their jaw and tracing the outlines their tears left behind.
"Don't fret. Allow me to handle this." As if they didn't already know the way things played out between them both. But, it never hurt to remind them of that fact. He'd handle it, like he'd always done. Like they depended on him too. The situation might have slipped from his grasp, but there wasn't anything he couldn't fix
I also think, with the pure proof sitting before him of what exactly theyre capable of, he'd enjoy testing out their limits. Coaxing them into more sinful acts just to see their reactions. In fact, down the line, he'd allow them to invest their time in his own little 'hobby'. There was much to learn from someone like him, and much to be taught for someone like his sibling
Hope you're doing all right!! Love your work ππππ
ANSWERING THIS FOR A SECOND TO TELL YOU ALL I'M STILL ALIVE!!
Busy. Very busy. BUT ALIVE!
I've been writing something on an off between work, family business, and other interpersonal relationships that have me feeling like I'm shuttering out the very last few breaths I'm capable of on my death bed
And as an apology for the prolonged absence, take this proof of me working on something:
A interesting thought I just had
So Al is a serial killer and a pretty prolific one at that so obviously there would be true crime content about him
im wondering if ppl in the future would ever find out about the incest basically, maybe a lover letter or risque photo was found decades later and added a whole new layer to the situation lolol
I really like the idea that Alastor would spend a good amount of his free time writing love letters for his sibling. It's something I hope to expand upon later on or at least reference in a story or two!
So, with that in mind, it's highly likely that they'd eventually get discovered by the authorities once they start their investigations on the multiple murders in new Orleans
Actually, I can imagine him gaining a fan base as well. I mean, C'mon, he's a true romantic at heart who killed his father to protect his sibling and kept them safe from a world he believed would 'hurt them'. I'm sure out there on the internet there's a few Gothic romance fanatics who take serious situations too playfully and adore him down
The thought of one of those fans dying and showing up in hell is also hilarious. Imagine their reaction to meeting the man, the myth, the legend himself in all his (demon) glory and finding out that, yes, he was, in fact, in love with his sibling. It's just question after question after question after question and then the eventual sound of teeth tearing into limbs and their body left to rot somewhere on the streets of hell. They annoyed him, in Alastor's defense
MWAHAHAHA >=3 I'm glad you like my ramblings!!
Imagine after mc moves in, Vincent has them going to a fancy party with him for a little fun [he totally didn't tell everyone that he's bringing his partner, totally]
"Play along, they'd never let me invite a sibling to something like this anyway."
mc is so awestruck by all the celebrities talking to them that they don't notice Vincent slipping something a little stronger into their drink and get a little too drunk
They'd joke about not remembering being this much of a lightweight back in high school and Vincent would chuckle like a predator as he carries them to their room, their Vinnie is so strong now
He'd lay them down onto their bed and before they can fully doze off, he's on top of them.
"Vinnie? W-What are you doβ"
They try to protest before he smashes his lips against theirs, forcing his tongue into their mouth in the process as his hands grab whatever he can get his greedy hands on
Vincent is many things, bright, witty, determined, handsome even! But he is not patient, no no no
He PLEADS with them to just let it happen and it'll only happen once [not true]
Its not like he's asking for their hand in marriage, right? They can do this for him, right?
-πΈ
Hey, so, webby. I love you dearly, sweet thing. If I see something like this in my inbox again I am not held responsible for how many news outlets I'll be seen on /pos
Like, I really wish I was joking. The EMOTIONS I felt reading this is highk embarrassing to me because I've never been more turned on by an idea in my life
Yes. Yes I will gladly imagine this scenario. How did you know intox and noncon/dubcon were my two main kinks. Vincent doesn't even try to hide his incestuous feelings towards them anymore, not after he's waited so long for them to come back home. He's eager and he's needy and he needs them now
If anything, they should be lucky its him who's doing this and not some random stranger who probably wouldn't even know what you looked like bare until that moment. (Not that he would ever admit to peeking behind the unlocked bathroom door on occasion.) Hell, whose to say they shouldn't feel happy, too! Its their precious brother using their body for his own pleasure. Someone who knows them better than any of these other pathetic, degenerate, drips ever could
Itβs πΊ anon again, hello!
You mentioned in one of your posts something about how the sibling character youβve crafted for Vox doesnβt really notice that Voxβs feelings towards them arenβt familial, at what point do you think they notice? And how do they react?
Side note if you do end up creating a separate account for Vox too drop the link and I am so there!!
Hi, telly!!
Okay, okay, trying to get back into my groove with this one guys work with me here
So, I'll be honest, I do have a very slight theme here with how I prefer my Sibling!Readers... That is so say, they're typically oblivious for the most part. Now, with Alastor's sibling, while they focus on not fully comprehending the dire consequences of incest due to long term grooming, Vox's Sibling falls under the category of "One is fully aware its incest while the other isn't". To them, everything they do is completely normal and platonic. Whether that be showering their poor younger sibling in as many kisses as his heart could handle, cuddling up together during cold nights under their blanket, or even bursting into his room unannounced without bothering to knock
It's not necessarily malicious, more so ditzy. There's no subtext to be found with them. Because, at the end of the day, they don't have any kinds of feelings to hide. They take on a more parental role in their younger sibling's life. With their father being neglectful and verbally abuse, and their mother out of the house a year after Vincent was born, they feel its their responsibility to be everything they think he needs
Except, being everything all of the time is what leads to Vincentβs eventual decent into a paraphilia. And from there, starts the upcoming storyline of how their life turns out
Vincent starts off subtle, I like to think. He doesn't immediately act on his thoughts. But, of course, he's never been known to be a patient man. Orβboyβin this situation. He's impulsive, quick thinking, and often times manipulative. Except, he doesn't like to think hes being manipulative
As a child, he became very aware of how easy it is to get his older sibling to fold over the slightest things. He's told he can't stay up late to listen to his favorite radio show? A simple whine is all it takes to get them to reevaluate themselves and their answer. They try getting him to sleep in his own bed after laying with them for an hour? All he has to do is guilt trip them into taking it all back
So, with that in mind, and taking into account they tend to spoil him at any given chance, he's quick to take advantage of that. With that, we move onto the main point
They start noticing his shift in behavior around the age he turns 15-16. Once thought innocent gestures seem to take on a more... 'lustful' approach. The sweet boy who'd beg for a kiss goodnight would eventually start requesting ones that would last a little longer than they're used to
"Vinnie, baby, aren't you getting too old for this sorta thing?"
"Are you kidding me? Why are you acting like I'm making you do this? Didn't you say you love me? If you don't care about me just say it. Leave me to rot while you go do whatever it is you do nowadays."
He doesn't shut up once their lips meet his forehead
"That's not a real goodnight kiss. You know that."
Eventually, they begin to notice more subtle things as well. Clothes, pillows, bedsheets, and valuables missing from their room. Vincent says he has no idea where they go, and yet sometimes, they'll find an old pillow tucked away beneath his bed
He gets touchy, too. More possessive with his hold. Its not like the childish tantrums he used to throw when he was younger, these ones seem like they aim to kill. His eyes darting between person to person, glaring at the way they all seem to smile at his sibling
They try, desperately, to chalk it up to "boys being boys'. The boy lacked any real friends at school, and he certainly didn't have any responsible parents to coddle his needs. Surely, this was to be expected
We reach the point of denial. Denial and guilt and shame that swell deep within the pit of their stomach, boiling up bile in the back of their throat that they swallow back. They're malleable to his will, and he knows that. If anything, with the right words, it won't take too long before he convinces them to really allow themselves to indulge
Suffering from the worst writers block imaginable right now
I have at least five Google docs open right now, each one only having around like three paragraphs each, and they're all awkwardly phrased and lacking my usual flare
HOW DO I FIND MY MOTIVATION, I SOUND LIKE AN IDIOT WHEN I'M SUFFERING FROM LACK OF INSPIRATION </333
Back from work, happy new years everyone!!!
Vox posting before I go to sleep because I need to get this horrific, freakish, grotesque and disgusting thought out of my mind before I try to get through some more asks tomorrow
Imagine virgin younger brother Vincent who doesn't know much of anything about sex, touching himself for the first time after weeks of built up sexual frustration. It's been so long since he's seen his older sibling, keeping himself occupied by any means necessary while they're off at college. And, to his lack of concern, the only thing getting him off is the thought of them riding him like no tomorrow. Their words of praise whispered between choked moans as they coax him through an orgasm. Because, fuck, if the thought of them teaching him how to overwork his own body doesn't do something to his crumbling self restraint. It's almost pathetic his fast his fist pumps at the fantasy of them guiding him through it all, explaining everything one by one like he was still a child. He wasn't, but a part of him craved the emphasis of their age gap
Oooooo consider vox with a sibling who stayed in their hometown
He rarely calls nowadays, too busy being the new hot shot news anchor [and killing people] and they miss him dearly but don't want to bother him
But one very bad day, he just can't take it and as he gets in his car, his hands already moving his car to go home
But no, not the nice apartment he bought here in the big city, his real home
The small town where everyone knows everybody, the small town where they are.
he NEEDS to hear about how they saw him on TV and were so proud of him, that he earned their praise...
"Would you ever consider moving to the city with me?"
He hopes their answer is a yes to make things easier for the both of them because he isn't leaving without them, not this time.
-πΈ
WEBBY. WEBBY YOU SAVED ME. THANK YOU.
I was actually dying from lack of inspiration and writers block today and holy shit did this just jump start something in me. My brain. It craves for Vox sibcest
With the sibling!Reader I have in mind, I can absolutely see them following him to the ends of the earth. For the longest time they were there to raise him, care for him, give him the time and attention neither there parents could. When he was sick, they'd boil up a nice homemade soup they knew he'd be able to stomach. When a grade came back with anything less than an A, they argued with their father for hours about how hard Vincent works to keep his good grades. They volunteered for every school event just to see the way his eyes would light up after searching the room helplessly like a lost duck
If anything, after he left, they weren't exactly sure what to do with themselves. They had hobbies, yes. Friends, fans, parties, the occasional fling that never lasted too long. But if anything, their main joy was coming home to Vincent
They'd fold under zero pressure, if anything. They knew how big he had gotten, how he made a name for himself. And by God, were they proud. They weren't completely aware of his crimes. Not yet, at least. But that didn't matter in the moment. What mattered was that their baby boy was home and all grown up
And with Vincent? For the first time in a good long while did he feel whole. Never completely whole, that wasn't in the cards for someone like him. But it was the closest he could get to it. He couldn't help the way his hands would shoot out, gripping their arms like a mad man at the altar desperate for some sense of salvation. He'd bury his face into the crook of their neck, breathing them in with deep inhales. They smelled good, they smelled like home
Because, honestly and truthfully, thats what they were. Home. Home he swore to himself he'd never leave again. Home that he could help but want to dig himself in, raw and complete and without the worry of expectations to be great. With them, he didn't have to try to be the best. To them, he already was
With the amount of love making Alastor and his sibling had done, one would think his sibling is already pregnant. Oh and that would be scary and fascinating at the same time.. I wonder how the child would look like? π
Ohhh-ho-hoooo don't get me started
When we're discussing what their human forms would pop out with, I feel like there's some things we'd need to go over. And, to go along with some of it, I quite literally did some research about the biological affects of incestuous relationships and also a little more basic human biology. Although, I won't be getting too much into it with the incestuous consequences of having a baby
Now, when we consider the possibilities of what our human siblings might have created, I think its safe to say the baby would take more of Alastor's appearance. Simply because, darker skin tones and curly hair are dominant genes that are more likely to transfer to a child. Not only that, I feel like they're more likely to have glasses as well, considering Alastor does as well
Depending on if you believe Alastor and his sibling to be biologically related, there are a couple risks that would be involved. For example, there's a chance the baby might end up being premature. Which, in of itself isn't too bad of a thing, if they had the more advanced technology that we do to keep a baby alive when born early
Although, from what I've read, there have been some studies that show that malformations/complications aren't immediate unless there was a continuous history of inbreeding within a family. So, by all means, they could have a 89% healthy child together. At least, if neither of them carried any sort of recessive genetic disease.
Either way, the baby would look similar to Alastor. Of course, because his genes aren't too selfish, I'd say parts of his sibling linger within their child's appearance as well.
In my head, I imagine them having a daughter. One with long, curly hair that reaches down to her shoulders. For the kind of hair type I imagine her to have exactly would probably be something like 3A. And, of course, she'd wear the sweetest little dress that Alastor had tailored to fit her exactly. Not only is he spoiling her rotten, but he wants to give her a life better than he ever had
Alastor amping up his affections to piss vaggi off but stopping whenever someone else so she looks insane is looking is so funny to me
like grabbing their ass [he is a ass man. To me] and shoving his tongue down their throat whenever she's in the room lolol
OHHHHMFG
This absolute fucker of a man would take every opportunity to rage bait vaggi more then he already is by simply existing. Not only is he going out of his way to make her uncomfortable with his hand pressed firmly over his sibling's ass, but he's very quickly proceeding to turn it up a notch by sliding his tongue past their tips and drinking up the broken syllables they try to pronounce
He's never slow with it. Never once does he find himself pecking a single kiss to their lips. Because, that's just never enough for a man who bathes in the sight of reactions far too exaggerated for the average person. Vaggi doesn't just frown. She doesn't cross her arms and look the other way. No, she fumes with rage. She drops any look of content that she previously had, replacing it with a dropped jaw, nails that dig into the skin of her trembling fists, and visibly strained muscles as she keeps herself from lunging at him
He knows she hates him. He also knows how much she hates what he's done to them. Not that there has ever been any real reason to hate him nor his actions. Which, in his opinion, have always been something to be honored instead of looked down on. And so, he finds a sick pleasure in watching her go insane the second she attempts to convert the attention of others. Especially in the early days of their meetings, when no one truly knows exactly what he's up to
"Are youβ? There's no way none of you saw that!? He justβ and then heβ"
"Vaggi... Alastor isn't the kind of person to do that! It's just the stress getting to you. Maybe you need to take a break?"
"Charlie!! He just tongue fucked his sibling in front of me, I am not going crazy!!!"
Eeee!! I'd def follow a vox sibcest blog !!
Imagine little Vincent doing a fake news broadcast for older sibling! Reader with little drawings, a cardboard box for a desk n everything π’π’ that's too cute
they cheer him on and clap at the end, finding his playful imagination so cute
-πΈ
WEBBY NOOOO I WAS THINKING OF THIS AT WORK ALL DAY
I'm so obsessed with the thought of baby Vincent seeing his older sibling as his biggest inspiration. The desperate attempts to earn their praise by going out of his way to seem over the top and theatrical. And you know, every single time, they would indulge him in every little way his heart desired
Sure, as he'd grow older, colder, resentful, that once loving relationship would form into occasional outbursts and hurtful phrases. But, before that time comes, and the weight of expectations settles over his shoulders, he's fully content being the apple of their eye
He'd build the desk with cardboard left out from school projects he never bothered to really finish, the stereotypical coffee mug tapped to the unsteady surface after being stolen from the kitchen downstairs. Behind him, a long sheet of paper colored all in blue with a few different shapes littered throughout it. The shapes consisting of a white mess of lines circled around one another to reflect what they assumed to be that of tornado. Darker, more pronounced lines of blue scratched along the top corners above something that looked similar to their home town, along with a little cloud hovering above it
And, of course, how could he ever forget? Three sheets of blank paper he'd flip through while he spoke, mumbling and stuttering over a few different words as he made them up on the spot. Rain at fourβNo, six? Or, wait... Tornado? Oh they look sad, nevermind, sunny days for the rest of the week!